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Ghost EstatePittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Ghost Estate is a project of Josh and Virginia, combining their love of Celtic and Celtic-influenced traditional folk music
with their love of doing things a little bit differently. A blend of synthesizers, electric guitar and violin, and traditional folk instruments comes together in a sound which has been compared to Loreena McKennitt and other modern interpreters of traditional music....more

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I sat within a valley green
I sat there with my true love
And my fond heart strove to choose between
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley

Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, but harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men"
While soft wind shook the barley

Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley

I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft wind shook the barley

Twas blood for blood without remorse
I took at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley

Track Name: The Girl Who Walks the River

The Girl Who Walks the River

Light was waking,
stars were stars.
She was walking
by the river.
Birds had settled,
bats were sailing
underneath the night.

Breathing in and
breathing out, the
words were fading
like a sunset.
Songs were floating
down the river,
bathed in ghostly light.

Here she wanders,
here she whispers,
here she stands and
here she shivers.
Here we watch her
gliding ever
onward into night.

She was waking,
stars were bright.
Breath was fading,
heartbeat slight.
Oh the birds and
oh the river,
always towards the light